The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1887-11-25

cOOlly.
II care no more for you than do for
that skeleton! Lou burst out, in despera-
ton. She pointed straight to my eyes,
which were leveled at them from below
madame's right elbow joint, for had be-
gun to get tired, and lop little. you
may as well know it all, she went on
the fact that we are tied together by the
approval of the older teachers and the di-
rectors, who think it most appropriate
arrangement, has made me almost hate
you at times. But it is not Professor
Charles, as a friend, | dislike; it is as
lover
sThe professor had blushed clear to his
eyes at Louis harsh remarks, but, COM
pressing his lips as he does when CURLING
his temper ffor believe he has bit of his
OWN, he said, still in the same quiet tone:
You used not to feel so strongly against
me as lover, Lou. Have been obnoxious
in any way, or has your fancy changed p
'If you will believe it, Lou commenced
to cry. Professor Charles sat down close
by her side, and taking her hands from her
eyes, dried her tears with his own hand
herchief, and said: Lou. do not mean to
be harsh with you, although you have been
somewhat emphatic with me. Listen,
am fully content to be your frend-your
brother. But am sure you have difficult
ties before you greater than the discarding
3 7. IL.
who has taught you to know SO well what
love is ? | knew you never felt it for me,
but thought we might be happy in mutual
esteem, and that respect might grow into
tenderer feeling; but I see the fallacy of
that now. Is there one for whom you
really care? If SO, | gladly release
you; but do not ask from mere curiosity.
You will need my friendly Offices to curb
the expressions of spleasure that will as
sail you; you will meet strong opposition
from all your friends who are kind enough
to like me. Is it.
'SHe whispered name in here ear Lou
blushed crimson, bending down her head
for an instant; then raising her eyes, she
looked proudly at him. Yes; it is George
Lee; the grocer man. He is not handsome,
not distinguished-pla of speech and de-
voted to business. The very antipodes of
professor of ancient and modern literature
and languagei He cannot read word of
Greek, frets not his soul with evolution
or questions in theology. but I love himl
You and | have literary taste and artistic
ambition in common-but | love him.
You are handsome, cultured, the beau
husband for me; he is joyous, hopeful gen.
erous. devoted to me, and | love himr
'tHow her eyes shone as she spoke. Pro-
fessor Charles regarded her with quizzic.
al expression, and added, as she paused;
And Lou, the fact that he has made a
small fortune in his wholesale store, on &C.
count of which you call him a grocer. and
he owns a coy home and drives a pretty
turnout, does not hurt him a bit, and may
in time stand off with your friends against
my distinguished appearance and suppos-
able culture. Professor Charles actually
laughed-Lou seemed surprised at him, as
am sure | was. You know | have re-
ceiyed the appointment to Harvard | was
so DESTROYS Of he continued: and
Lou, believe | ought to make a confess
ion to you should never have allowed
the thought to come into being but for your
refusal of me for husband. | am begin
ming to feel stronger affection for young
girl than my engagement to you wonld
have in honor permitted. 1t is no more
than fair to tell you this, Lou; but it is SO
unlikely that shall ever win the heart
of capricious girl when a reasonable
woman sees nothing in me to love- Lou
started to interrupt him, but he put his
fingers lightly upon her lips and shook his
head-'that l shall reserve her name
"'Chares p exclaimed Lou. jumping
up, let me kiss you! l was never SO near
loving you as at this moment, You are
Just as bad as l. We will defend each
other in mutual untruth as lovers, and
be always faithful as friends
"'We shall keep each others confidence,
Lou, he said, as they arose; and you
must go to rest. Goodnight
1.-THE instant it was safe, you may be.
lieve, | came out of the horrible closet,
and staggered to your door. Honestly, |
was never SO tired in my life. But, said
Ben, looking around the room upon hel
earnest listeners, 'who do you suppose il
is? hope it is not me. for, much as | ad-
mre the professor, really couldn't recp-
rocate his feeling, and it would be awful
to have him Tilted again. But Florence,
dear, what is the matter ?"
Florence Healey arose, very pale, and
was hastily making her way out of the
ROOM ''You will have to excuse me,
girls. That ginger-or something-has
made me ill., should not haven eaten it.
1 will go to my room"
To Ben's solicitous ''Let me go with
you, Florence, she answered. mo, no;
| shall be better soon,'' and she was gone.
But kind-hearted Ben softly followed the
swaying white figure to the turn in the
long hall, to know she was safe in her own
chamber, when she saw tall form APP
preaching from the other way. Florence
held out her hands as il about to fall. and
murmured: "Cha rlesnf
The professor caught her to his breast
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